It was not
a thing planned
bring forth a child
Then raise to adult
Our young lives
No longer ours
Alone anymore
To live or to squander
We know
Being parents
Is not easy and
While sometimes a bother
You’ll always be our Joy
Tonight at dVerse Whimsygizmo, with an assist at the from Sanaa, asks us to Come “bother” up a poem in the form of a Quadrille, a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including some form of the word BOTHER.
National Poetry Month Day 19
Sympathy
accord, rapport
caring, recognizing, supporting
compassion, benevolence, singlemindedness, distant
ignoring, unseeing, uncaring
insensitive, blind
Apathy
dVerse Poets Pub — Poetics | Flipping Meanings
Tonight at dVerse Lisa challenges us to play ‘The Opposite Game’ and Flip the Meanings of poems.
I chose to create a poem using the Diamante form which goes as follows:
Line 1: Noun or subject
Line 2: Two Adjectives describing the first noun/subject
Line 3: Three -ing words describing the first noun/subject
Line 4: Four words: two about the first noun/subject, two about the antonym/synonym
Line 5: Three -ing words about the antonym/synonym
Line 6: Two adjectives describing the antonym/synonym
Line 7: Antonym/synonym for the subject
As its name suggests, a Diamante forms a diamond shape when done.
Walking the vineyard
Early that morning
Wine fermented air
In the day dawning
A table waited
Laden with mounds
Of the deepest
Sweet rounds
There sparkled a diamond
Brighter than the dew
“My love,” you knelt smiling,
“I’ve a grape to pick with you.”
dVerse Poets Pub : Quadrille # 125 – In Praise of the Grape
Tonight at dVerse bar Linda serves us some wine to prompt our taste buds to verse the quadrille.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. It must include the prompt word wine. Muse was in a silly mood.
National Poetry Month for 2021 Day 5
He on my left knows about
She on my right
Both know of yet another
But none touch the other day or night
Yet they all touch me
Soft and free
It’s a multiple
But shared love we’ve got
Our polycule
in a pseudoknot
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Tonight on dVerse Mish challenges us to get our Quadrille all in a knot. With the added incentive of “I dare you to use pseudoknot.” Naturally, I had to take that dare head on.
You call me to lie in the fragrance *
Of the scent of those who only care
To lay odious privilege in the ways
That their pale puffs of new smoke
Ignore the long burning dark fumes
Of those who barely dreamed to dare
The dreams never given a chance
To lay odious claim in the ways
The scent of those who care
For traditions of their halcyon centuries
When their words were held as the only
Voices that ever had the means to say
What was yours to keep, not ours to share
That their pale puffs of new smoke
Ignore the long burning dark fumes
Of the peaceful conflagrations of the tired
Who’ve long held the raisining to explode**
Against those that desire their sweet past resumes
In a future in whose vile stench we’re again choked
For those who barely dreamed to dare
The dreams never given a chance
For we citizens who like you, are born here or immigrated
Still find ourselves the ones on the side alienated
Don’t be surprised upon return to where you’ve called me to lie
Quietly with nose wrinkled and looks askance
That I’m brave enough to be, to see, to rise from there ***
* Line was inspired from the last line of Season of Lilac by D. Margoshes
** Line inspired by the poem, Harlem by Langston Hughes
*** Line inspired by the last line of The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman
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Tonight at dVerse Laura Bloomsbury wants us Beginning at the End. We are offered several ending lines from select poems to be our muse for a new work of our own. We are asked to preferably not use the offered lines verbatim as the title or within the writing itself but either cite the reference at the end or place the quote as distinct Epigraph at the top. Naturally, Muse goes a little above and beyond and reference three poems.
dVerse Poets Pub | Poetics: Beginning at the End
Each square is story
Sentences in stiches
Pillow tucked paragraphs
Chapters of meandering memories
Lockstitch a life
My life
Started by one old hand
At my beginning
Passed through other hands
While I was busy
Finished with my old hand
To blanket my end
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Tonight at dVerse Merrill has the feel of autumn and wants to be blankest in a quadrille, a poem of 44 words, excluding the title. It can be in any form, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered and must include some form of the prompt word – blanket.
dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille #113: Blanket Us
In the early hours
As the dawn does rise
Rain had fallen deep
As I lay in sleep
And soaked the dark earth
Awake now I breathe
The petrichor scent
Deep in the city
A moment of Zen
My window garden
Belies urban sprawl
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dVerse Poets Pub | Quadrille: How Does Your Garden Grow?
At dVerse Victoria wants to know about our gardens in a quadrille.
A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title. The poem must contain the prompt word for the challenge: Garden.
And because Muse likes to combine challenges I wrapped the Quadrille in a Tableau. (Or is that wrapped the Tableau in a Quadrille? You decide.)
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie| Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 8 August 2020
For this week’s Lucky Dip, the mystery bag gives us a Tableau.
The Tableau, a poetry form created by Emily Romano in October of 2008, consists of one or more verses, each having six lines. Each line should have five beats. There is no set rhyme scheme, although rhyme may be present. The title should contain the word tableau.
Just once more, he begged and pleaded to her A hello and farewell tour as it were She scoffs it’s the silliest thing she’s heard And besides she’s now much too old a bird For what purpose could there possibly be To take on the burden of one like she To argue money came quickly and went Her career had made her quite affluent Nor could he argue for awards or fame Not with world-wide accolades in her name Just one more stand in the glow of limelight Doing the craft that has been her delight Ten years had passed since she last graced a screen And Broadway? Well that was a near fifteen It goes back and forth for a little while But he knows she’s in once he sees the smile That smiles that stops men even as jaded as he It was hard not to rub his hands with glee Some thought she turned a new leaf in life She brought none of the old dramas or strife A junior diva tested this new meek And learned from the curb that sweet is not weak And not a step was missed as she rehearsed Her new elegance shined as others cursed The nocturne really tested her voice Her body tired but she had no choice Once her fire’s lit she’s in for the fight And she was just fine come opening night She trusted her nerves would not let her sway As a full house harkens each word she says When that solo light shines, she feels such bliss And knows nothing, nothing will equal this The applause thunders as the curtain falls And she waits for the first of curtain calls A bouquet of taffy and red roses Greets her as she rises from her poses She laughs at the joke, both ancient and sage And waves at the giver just left of stage Exhausted but grateful she has this chance To act, to sing and yes a little dance As the light faded, she fell to the floor The diva had had her final encore She was called difficult but the best Fact to which all who knew her did attest Eulogies told with melancholy tears At the services filled with loved ones and peers Every soul there agreed that it was Fitting the last thing she heard was applause
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Tonight Lillian tends bar at dVerse Poets Pub. It’s Open Link Night, where our words are all we’re ‘just sayin’…’ | Open Link Night : Just Sayin’ . . .
I rise up in slate – what care I of time?
Shades reflective of my soul – my heart wonders in hues felt,
Charcoal through silver – yellows through purples.
Dawn or dusk does not matter – the seconds, minutes, the hours
In the colors of mourning – are no means to measure joy.
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At dVerse, Frank Tassone, our pubtender for today’s Meeting the Bar, challenges us to delve into aesthetics of Imagism, where less verbiage is employed to produce more imagery. We’re also encouraged to use Japanese or Sappho Greek lyric to accomplish such.
I chose an ancient form of Japanese poetry called Tanka and used it as a Super Tanka.
Tanka are 31-syllable poems. In Japan, it is usually written as a straight line of characters, but in English and other Western languages, it is usually divided into five lines, with a syllable count of 5-7-5-7-7.
The key to the Super Tanka form is that it is two Tanka side-by-side. Each can be read independently, yet must also work together as a whole, in effect creating three poems in one.
dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting the Bar: Imagism Revisited
Suppressing a desire For centuries commuted Ferried about Twixt the rage And the frustration Via the complication Of our blackness unheard and unseen Except through Crosshairs white and blue Until control held sage With fury slips out Only to be persecuted For the fire
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dVerse ~Poets Pub Quadrille #105: Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War
Tonight at dVerse Linda challenges us to write a Quadrille, is a poetic form created here at dVerse, a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title) and including this challenge’s prompt word: SLIP
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